I'm currently writing a book; Probably a miserable one. What do you guys think? All advice is welcome

My clothes are ripped. I like to think it was because of how wild I was acting in my dream, but of course that can't be true. Dreams aren't real, though often I wish they are.

I open the curtain with my foot. There's no energy and no point to get up from my comfortable bed and open the blinds. The light enters my room, and I cover myself with my thin duvet.

'Boring' would be the word people would use if they had to describe my rest of the day. Once upon a time I used to have fun, my life used to be exciting. Nowadays what I find exciting is finding a lump of cheese and a few bottles of sherry in my fridge.

I sit in the dark room when night arrives. What for, I'm not really sure. Maybe for midnight to strike, just to make sure I completed this day. Maybe I'd do it again tomorrow. Maybe I won't.

If Axis was here, he'd sit with me and stare into space. Axis isn't his real name; He likes it when people call him Axis because he hates his true name - which is Jean Aliver.

Axis and I went through thick and thin together. Now he's in Paris, maybe with some other girl. He's totally moved on from me, totally over me.

When I found him, he was broken. Not heartbroken; Just completely broken, completely beaten by life. He was suicidal; I like to think that I saved him, but that won't be necessarily true. He saved himself, with the little help from me.

I couldn't give him happiness for the life of me; Even though we dated, he never showed any sign of love or compassion or affection. He simply didn't believe in love anymore. In fact, he didn't believe in the point of living. I thought that was completely and utterly dumb to think that, but now I understand him, to be truthful.

It's like we switched lives; He was now happy and living his life to the fullest, while I'm here, living in the dark by myself, not bearing to look at myself in the mirror.

I'm not as broken as he was, of course. He was, in fact, so utterly beaten by life, that it was completely dumb to think he'd ever smile. Everybody who saw us out together thought we were simply friends or even siblings; Though of course they wouldn't know we were lovers. Well, 'lovers' wouldn't be the right word. We didn't love each other. Correction: he didn't love me.